Occasional musings on a variety of things.

Neologisms

That thing where you go to get out of someone’s way as they’re walking towards you and they veer the same way as you do and then you both veer the other way at the same time.

The fear that someone or a camera is behind the mirror you just checked yourself out in.

The stupid face you make into the mirror directly afterwards to assure any potential viewers that you knew they were there all along and weren’t serious about licking your fingers and slicking your eyebrows.

The quick inventory of everyone on the bus, train or plane with you, and the estimation of which hulking brute of a man would end up as alpha male should the vehicle be suddenly transported to a prehistoric jungle.

The smell of the glue in the spine of a new book.

The point in human history when death will become optional.

That thing where some people will die just before death becomes optional.

The thing where you wait for the elevator doors to close, and you wait, and you figure they’re not going to close at all, so you go to press the close-doors button, and that’s when they close.

The gradual reduction in attention span that seems inevitably associated with each technological advance.

That moment at the end of old shows where everyone freezes while laughing or something as the credits roll up.

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I want a word for when the milk (or juice, or whatever) is the perfect amount to top off your coffee or fill your glass. Not nearly the right amount, where you put a dribble back in the fridge, or almost overfill the cup, just the perfect amount.

The quick inventory of everyone on the bus, train or plane with you, and the estimation of which hulking brute of a man would end up as alpha male should the vehicle be suddenly transported to a prehistoric jungle.

It's always me. But I'd let the 20-something kid fuck it all up, before taking over.

That feeling you get while reading a book of being annoyed that the narrative has gone away from one plot line where you really wanted to find out what happened next, then being delighted to realise it's back to another plot line where you'd forgotten you really wanted to find out what happened next.